“What makes you so certain?""But I am not certain," I told him. "Nothing is certain. You want certainty?""Yes!""Then you want death.”

“What are you doing all the time? And why do you say nothing? You are evil, you know, and sometimes when you smiled at me I hated you. I wanted to strike you. I wanted to make you bleed. You smiled at me the way you smiled at everyone, you told me what you told everyone— and you tell nothing but lies. What are you always hiding? And do you think I did not know when you made love to me, you were making love to no one? No one! Or everyone—but not me, certainly. I am nothing to you, nothing, and you bring me fever but no delight.”

“...so, what I told you was the truth. From a certain point-of-view”

“People will want you to behave a certain way, to make a certain choice because it reinforces the way they see the world...But you have to do what's right for you.”

“I am certain there is too much certainty in the world.”

“Oh, I wanted this killer stopped, brought to justice, yes, certainly - but did it have to be so soon?”